Massage for a Woman

This is a genuine review from one of our guests about an erotic body massage. Because the masseuse worked with a woman, the session naturally took on the character of a lesbian show. I rarely publish such reviews, but this one won me over immediately: it is beautiful, sensual, and perfectly captures the atmosphere of our salon. We especially recommend it to women and couples considering their first visit.

Gentle oriental music and the scent of oils fill the mirrored room. A pleasant warmth spreads through the body in much the same way, and arousal grows. Our shared shower stirs desire even further. Her beautiful, well-groomed hands with long fingers touch my body tenderly, inducing a sweet languor. She rinses off the foam, carefully dries me and looks into my eyes with a warm smile.

Candlelit droplets of water glinting on her firm breasts draw my gaze. I watch her graceful movements without looking away, quietly comparing her full hips and flat stomach to my own...

She lets her long dark hair down and smooths fragrant oil — vanilla and musk — over her body, then does the same for me. Lying on my stomach, I feel her slowly caress me from top to bottom. Waves of arousal wash over me one after another. I feel her warm lips on my legs, my hips, my back. Every cell of my body senses her breath.

She begins to caress me with her chest. Her nipples have hardened — she is becoming aroused along with me... In the ceiling mirror I see us both: her dark hair spread across my body, her lips gently biting the inner side of my thighs. The deft movement of her tongue draws an involuntary sigh from me...

She presses close, nibbles my neck and whispers for me to turn over. Fear and wild curiosity mix together. Her hands touch my breasts. I close my eyes and imagine... a man beside me.

But the movement of her sensual fingers, the warmth of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her body make me forget everything. A woman always knows what another woman needs. She knows her own body well — and now she gently explores mine.

She kisses my ear, her tongue grazes the lobe, her chest pressed to mine while her hands caress my legs. She says she loves my figure, my soft skin and... my perfume. I feel flattered, a little amused, and even more aroused. Her lips trail to my stomach, kiss my navel and move lower... Her nimble fingers are already there.

This is the last straw. I hear soft music, see us both in the ceiling mirror, and barely recognise myself. She glides her body over mine, covering every inch in kisses. Her broken breathing thrills me beyond reason... I notice I am starting to breathe the same way. And then everything merges — the music, the scent of oils, the mirrored reflections — and for one moment I fly somewhere high, high above, where it is only me, her... and pure paradise.

Magnificent, unforgettable! For the first time in my life I saw a naked woman caressing my body. For the first time I felt genuine pleasure from the touch of a woman's hands. Perhaps she was the only woman in my life, and the time we shared was nothing other than erotic massage. (A grateful guest)

If this review has inspired you — come and see us. You can choose your masseuse on our website or make your selection at the salon before the session. Bagira is waiting for you.